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RENESMEE POV.

I ran a hand through my hair, my lips parted slightly. I missed him. I hated my father for making us move. I wanted to run home. Home to Forks. But I knew it'd be no use. Aunty Alice would see, and tell my dad. And then he'd come and stop me. I hated this. My eyes scanned the building in front of me. School. My worst nightmare.

With another long look, I headed up the stone steps. As I entered through the steps, I immediately felt uncomfortable. Stares bore into my back as I passed, and I could feel people assessing me, seeing if I was cool or not. I bit down on my bottom lip. I could do this, I told myself.

Although, it would be much easier with my family. But no way in hell was I going to school with them, and calling them by their first names, instead of "Mum" or "Dad". Then again, it would be pretty funny to see them in school. I kept my hands in my pockets, and my eyes down on the floor as I headed to my locker. Thank God nobody came up and talked to me.

I unlocked my assigned locker, and dumped my books into it, leaving my bag empty. It was so much better. I then sighed and took out the picture I had stashed in my wallet. It was a picture of him. I missed him. I wanted to be with him right now. I needed to see him. See him smile. I slid the photo back just in time for the bell. First period, here I come.

The day went by pretty fast, and soon, I was on my way out from my last class – Gym. I still hadn't made any friends, and sat by myself at lunch, but it was not a big deal to me. I didn't mind. All I wanted was to go home, to Forks, to La Push. Hugging my books close to me, I headed down the stairs, towards the Red Ferrari that was deemed mine when we moved and my mother didn't want it.

"Hey."

My eyes widened. It was his voice. His familiar husky voice. I turned to where the voice had come from, and I was immediately disappointed. It was just some guy from my classes, who looked like him, but wasn't him. I noticed him, but I made paid not special attention to talking to him.

"Hey," I murmured, just to be nice.

"Renesmee, right?" Ugh. I just wanted to go home and cry. Why did he have to talk to me?

"Nessie," I corrected, that word burning holes into me. He had given me that nickname. I shook my head, trying to erase the thoughts.

"TJ," he said, smiling, "I've seen you around school."

"Good for you," I said, casually. Why was he so persistent? Wasn't it obvious that I didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment?

"You're not from here are you?" He had positioned himself in front of me, stopping me from moving. I shook my head.

"No," I said, "I'm from Forks…"

"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "That's cool. My mom's from La Push. I'm sure it's near, right?" I gasped slightly, but nodded. No wonder he looked like him.

"Cool," I said, "Well, I kinda have to go home now. . . I'll see you around tomorrow, yes?" I gave him an awkward smile, as he nodded and moved out of my way. I then headed to my car, and after I got in, I turned it on and drove off.

I arrived back home minutes later. I felt somewhat happy. Happier. Was it because I talked to TJ? I didn't know. I didn't care. I didn't have to hide my thoughts from my father, and hide my feelings from Uncle Jasper. I bounded up the stairs, and entered the house.

Nobody was home, and I was glad. For once, I didn't have eyes on me, as if waiting for me to breakdown and cry. Not that I would. Throwing my bag onto the floor, I ran up the stairs, and into my room. My room was special to me. It was the one place my father wasn't allowed in. I still hated him for making us move to Denali. His reason? My safety.

Although, I did like this house. My room faced the wide river, and the forest. Since it was on the upper level of the house, if I opened my glass windows, I could simply sit on the floor, my legs hanging off the sides, and enjoy the view. The only thing missing from the picture was him. Everytime I thought of him, my insides ached. How could my Dad do this? Break us up. We were made for each other. We were perfect halves – the perfect fit.

It had been 2 months, and I was still angry at my Dad. No matter how much Mum told me to forgive, I wouldn't. Not couldn't, wouldn't. Dad should know what it feels like to lose someone he loved. After all, he did leave Mum. And then he patched Mum back up. They were best friend, and even though he loved Mum, everything changed when I was born.

I ran a hand through my hair, sitting on the chair that was placed by my desk. On the desk were various pictures of me growing up – taken by Aunty Alice and Aunty Rosalie. All the pictures of him with me were hidden away. After moving, I didn't want to see him. It hurt me. A lot. There were no pictures of my Dad either. The ones with him were the ones with my Mum.

The picture I loved the most was of one when I was merely 3 years old. With him. This wasn't put away because it was him in his usual form. It was little me, with a big russet wolf.

My Russet Wolf.

My Jacob Black.

This was written purely from boredom. Just something from the top of my head. I don't really think it'll be too popular.

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